Gloria:
Dear Almighty Father, what is Your Will for me today?
God:
Rest as you move. Stay with Me. Keep Me as you sweep through the day. This is a great day for advancement. There is much progress today. A new day.
Each day, you walk down a path you never walked before. What lies on the ground? What birds in the trees? What treasures before you? You walk forward and do not look back for there is much before you. A beautiful horizon ahead of you that you get ever closer to.
And yet the horizon eludes you. There is no edge to the sky nor the earth. It is a question of perspective, the Artist's or yours.
The path walked is ever a new one. There is no standing still. Even if you didn't move, the earth turns, and you are in a different space — if there were space, if there were time, if there were really you.
Gloria:
Dear God, sometimes I feel I have blinders on and don't see what is right ahead of me.
God:
Blind and in trust are not the same. Eyes closed and eyes open are not the same. Or, they are the same, for I walk with you in any case.
The name of the path is Joy. That path named Pain is an imaginary one. Pain is a word given to the concept of: away from Joy.
As you walk the path, you pick berries and nuts, and you leave behind you the seeds and the shells. To walk without collecting, to discard this present moment for this very moment adjacent to it — that is the trick.
Let the thoughts of that moment stay in that moment as you surge through the foliage and terrain on your way to Me.
A Course in Miracles, Lesson 313:
"Now let a new perception come to me … love will come wherever it is asked… [The world] becomes as holy as the light in us."
Gloria:
Dear God, I pray to see your holy world.
God:
Ask love to come in.
Gloria:
Love, please come in to my life today. Open up the world for me, and help me to see through Your eyes, which are Christ's.
God:
Which is Truth. Ask for Truth.
Gloria:
Holy Father, I ask to know Truth, to be it, to live it, that there be only truth in what I say and do and see. That I serve only You and no longer vanity or misplaced aims. I have one aim, and that is perfect accord with You.
God:
Remember that the world you move in is your setting. It is not that nothing is important but rather that all is important. You are here to live life, not only think about it before and after.
Everyone you see today was fashioned for your sight. The man who puts up your shutters and hangs the door is I, your Grand Helper. The beauty you create in the physical world is for Me. Would you create barrenness or beauty? So create beauty.
All in the relative life is a spending of the illusion named time. The spending is not wasted because it is an experience of love, love on earth, love on earth for God in Heaven.
You are opening up your life. Like a stage curtain, a veil is lifted, and you begin the play. This is a new play. You move from one play to the next.
Gloria:
By the way, as You must know, I asked Karen about moving to California; so many people from here are doing that, and she said: "You don't want to. You have sweet vibration there. You can live anywhere."
That is reassuring. She does see me traveling however. I hope it's to tell about You.
God:
To show Me. To let people take a look. Get a glimpse. Open them to themselves.
Gloria:
And yet, who on earth would ever have thought I would wind up in Iowa?
God:
I did. I placed you there. How do you think you got there?
Gloria:
I don't know.
God:
By Our choice. By Our choice.
Gloria:
And there was no choice, for the truth was I had to be here.
God:
There was no decision for you. That is following your heart. Following your heart isn't making a choice. It isn't taking a side. It isn't a debate with the mind. It is simply taking the next step.
And no step can be wrong, you see, because it leads to Me.
Gloria:
And/or it leads someone else to You?
God:
All walk together. A band of human souls.
Gloria:
Karen also said that sometimes the individual human being may feel secure while the spirit is uncertain or scared. I would have thought the opposite.
God:
All varieties, and One Truth. Now it is time for you to meditate in that solar place of Heaven.
Later…
Gloria:
It occurs to me that when love comes, all else follows.
God:
Love is never empty. It brings untold treasures and receipts. Love comes never alone. It brings striads of blessings. Love is a fermenting agent. It is bursting energy. It is atomic energy, all cleared, all go.
Life is the pot. What you are cooking is happiness. And love is the spoon. And you stir with the spoon of love.
Call love consciousness. Consciousness is God. I am consciousness. Not consciousness of. Consciousness. And you are My consciousness. You are My spoon.
I am the skein of wool, and you are a thread of Me. And life is the sweater knitted with many threads, all connected somehow, all benefiting and strengthening and joining. All are stitches in the sweater of life.
Life is a good stew. It is the pot it cooks in, and it is the contents. And it is the result. One stew made of many vegetables and grains and herbs and flavors, tasted by the holder of the spoon, sipped by the holder of the spoon, stirred by, relished by, invigorated by.
Precious are My stirring spoons. I watch each spoon of love and fill it with My love, so love is heaped on love, and pretty soon the stew itself is love, and all is love, and there is nothing but love. You only think there is something else.
What else could there be that God would make if not Himself? I am the Lover who breeds love and breathes it and welcomes it and donates it and reaps it and seeds it and flourishes it. It grows of itself. A perpetual energy of love, an ever-blooming propagating garden of day lilies and moon flowers, of asters and daisies, all of Me, growing to Me. Reaching Me, returning to Me in the arcaded bower of love called Heaven.
Gloria:
It occurs to me that man is a symbol of You. All of us are symbols of You.
God:
Yes. You are Myself, and you are symbols of Me. I am your Source. You are My essence, and you are a symbol of Me. A symbol is a sign. So you are a sign of Me, an indication of Me. You represent Me. You unfold layers of Me. You make pictures for Me. You act for Me. You play for Me. You draw My attention. Everything you do is to draw My attention. I am your audience, and I am your performing artist. I am the play and the players, the scenery and the focus. You are a stagehand.
I love My stagehands. It is My love that continues to augment you. It is My life before you.
I am the Usher. I lead you, show you where to sit. Wherever I lead, you will come. If not this show, another.
There is always another show. Another curtain going up. Another act. Another curtain call. Another theater. Another show on the road. The same Producer. The same Orchestra Leader. The same notes. New tunes. Every new, ever the same. Forever Mine — and yours.
Later…
Gloria to God:
Dear God, a beautiful three-page typed letter from Karen arrived today with photos of her two puppies and her driveway that she made a Valentine card of with chalk for her two stepsons, for the world I think! What a lovely person. What a dear wise loving friend.
God:
And so shall you have many. Do your meditation now, and we'll talk more later.
Later…
Gloria:
Well, dear God, what would You like to say now?
God:
You are sweet to Me, Gloria. Your sweetness shines in My heart. I thank you for your sweetness. You always objected to being called sweet. I hope you don't protest when I call you that. To Me, it is one of your greatest personal qualities. A certain innocence goes along with sweetness. Stay sweet, dear Gloria. It is good.